Fantasist

Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai

2011-11-04T21:31:00.001+11:00

Sharing this poem written by Javed Akthar ji.....I feel this is written just for me....or people like me....Jab jab dard ka baadal chhaya,Jab gham ka saya lehraaya,Jab aansoo palkon tak aaya,Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraaya,Hum ne dil ko yeh samjhaya,Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai?,Duniya mein yun hi hota hai,Yeh jo gehre sannate hain,Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain,Thoda gham hai sabka qissa,Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa,Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai,Har pal ek naya mausam hai,Kyun tu aise pal khota hai,Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai.

Encapped

2011-10-10T09:38:00.000+11:00

Why is encouragement and appreciation (from people deemed as kith and kin)so hard to come by?
Why does this spracely exist? If it exists, why is it not expressed? If expressed, why is not at the right time?

Despite your conclusion that what they are wishing for is unrealistic,
how hard is to support your loved one to seek what they desire?

Despite your ignorance in their capabalities,
How hard is it to acknowledge that your loved one is all but trying to
dicover their own potential?

Despite your dreadful doubts,how hard is it to atleast let them try?

Despite your lack of enthusiasm, how hard is to help them believe that nothing is impossible?

Despite feeling that they are wasting precious time, how hard is to be a little understanding of their struggle?

Despite not helping them forge ahead, how hard is to atleast not stop them in their journey?

If you intend not to do anything different in your life, why not let others?
They may fail, they may succeed. Either way they win, for atleast they know they tried.

Angels

2010-06-03T11:23:00.002+10:00

What do you do when words fail to express your deepest feelings?
Well, I try nevertheless.

What does it take to put others before self even in a situation that primarily concerns your own well being?
What does it take to let go your 'me' time for the ever demanding family time, day after day?
What does it take to alter your ambitions to suit a fairly functional family?
What does it take to portray a strong and confident image even when you feel fragile and shattered within?
What does it take to change thee when people around you simply fail to be reasonably accomodating?
What does it take to accept responsiblity for all the bad that happens to your loved ones and still feel taken for granted in good times?
What does it take to smile in face of a terrible and haunting agony for the sake of comforting your child when deep within, the child in you
breaks into an uncosolable tantrum?
What does it take to stand by your decision in unpredictable life changing situations even when your loved ones fail to see your selfless
intentions?
What does it take to lower your expectations of others when you relentlessly deliver your hundred percent to everything and everyone in your way?

....it simply takes a WOMAN!

There are a few women in my life who are literally and otherwise rock stars.I am sure you would not have come this far without atleast one such woman in your life.If you deny, it is just that you have found bliss in ignorance and denial.
I only land up taking deep breathes and wonder how do they do it? They do it with so much ease, it seems so super natural, so overwhelming. They have seen the best of life and the worst of life...they are larger than life itslef...these women that have made me count my blessings. They are so inspiring by just being...these women have no clue that i admire them like nothing or nobody else...tell me if you know if words can do any justice...I just leave it to my eyes do the talking and expressing..because I believe 'eyes are windows to the soul'...

I also belive goodness is GOD and thanks to these women, i have seen(experienced) GOD....

Thinkoholic

2010-06-02T09:18:00.002+10:00

I have caught myself thinking about things that never was and never will be....I just cannot seem to stop myself from doing this. There is this unquenched longing that haunts my soul. I am unsure if this longing is justified. It only leaves me feeling lost and helpless and sometimes even sorry for myself. The only string that pulls me back to the present-the reality, is my staunch belief that everything happens for a reason and everything happens for the good. Despite this I wonder sometimes what good has shone out of some particular things that have happened and what good could have come out of some things that were just not meant to happen!

Choice

2009-03-06T10:16:00.000+11:00

When it is raining outside,
Do you exclaim, ‘Oh s**t I did not get my umbrella!’ ? or
Do you get out and get slapped by the gentle rain?

When you lose a job,
Do you whimper like you have lost a leg? or
Do you just take a deep breath and smile with belief that there is something better out there for you?

When you do not get admission to university,
Do you curse your luck and lose motivation? or
Do you realise that there probably is something more important to be learnt outside uni?

When whom you love does not love you,
Do you lose faith in life and love? or
Do you feel the pinch but still be strong enough to move on?

When you feel other people are leading a better life,
Do you just roll your eyes and continue to feel envious and ignorant? or
Do you try to understand yourself and your life to realise and appreciate what you have?

When your house is burnt down,
Do you play the blame game and feel agitated? or
Do you feel the valuable material loss but still cherish the priceless memories?

When your child drops paint on the floor,
Do you keep the paint box away until your child agrees not to do it again? or
Do you turn on your wild side and offer a wall in the house for your child to paint?

When you are subject to discrimination,
Do you sulk, withdraw and feel inferior? or
Do you feel provoked to prove a positive point and make things clear?

Would you choose to – Smile in the rain, learn to love life, and believe in all that is positive and nice?

Extracts from Kannada poetry

2008-10-01T14:09:00.003+10:00

Hendathiyoballu maney.yolagiddarey nanagadu.kooti.roopaee
Hendathi.volumeya bhagyava.narihada gandigey jayavilla :)
- K S Narasimah Swamy - Mysooru Malligey

Just another day

2008-09-25T17:00:00.002+10:00

I am just about to write something not so exciting- A day in my life.

It is officially spring here. I like spring for more than once reason. But one delightful reason is flowers. Nature’s way of portraying variety in life is through the myriad colours she has stroked flowers with. All I am trying to say is, it is not as dark as it is in winter at seven in the morning. So getting out of bed shouldn’t be as hard. But a slack that I have become, this act requires a lot of self wheedling. I have noticed that I am a silent alarm myself because I wake up precisely a couple of minutes before my mobile alarm can buzz me out of my sleep. I wait for it to do its job, I turn if off, I turn around and before I have completely turned, I have told myself to wake up after about 10 minutes and I am also stupidly happy that I have nearly forty five minutes to get serious about getting out of bed. Oh dear me, gone are those days when I used to go for a morning walk every day and I so loved doing it. Anyway, I am still on my bed and am way past being nice to myself and I am screaming at my mind to keep my eyes open for just a little longer. I quickly calculate which train I will miss if I stay for some more time on bed and I wonder what time I will reach work if I am late and if a train is cancelled, courtesy Connex. This turns me on and I get out of that warmth.. that lucrative hide-out and I tell my self on a Thursday morning that I have one more morning to survive before I can sleep through this precise time on a Saturday morning when I don’t have to worry about train or time but just enjoy that sadistic pleasure of being on bed and feeling victorious against my alarm clock and that too for a battle I did not even have to fight!

I head to the kitchen and get the glasses of milk out of the refrigerator. I look at the clock in the kitchen which I bought from a $2 shop and I am surprisingly surprised that it is working. But each time I see this clock it is either really around 7 in the morning or 7 in the evening, I cannot remember checking this clock at any other time of the day, so suddenly for a fraction of a second, I doubt if it the clock is tricking me. It is not hard to trick me especially when I just out of bed. I stop to listen to the ticks of the clock, feel a bit sane and head to the bathroom. It is not a very encouraging thing to check your (my) face in the mirror first thing in the bathroom. I console myself thinking what I see in the mirror is after all gods creation. I have this dental cavity which has not been worked on efficiently by two sophisticated dentists, so I feel that painful vibration each time there is a gush of cold water hitting that tooth. I turn on the hot water to help myself feel better and brush my teeth at least for the sake of fellow human beings who will have the blessed opportunity to talk to me during the day. I also carry a mint box, just in case…Standing under the shower washes away my sleep and I feel chirped up after singing like I deserve an Academy award. I walk out of the bathroom dreaming that one day I will win…something in the warm water coming out of the shower, I guess…suddenly I transform into this austere figure offering prayers…I see god (photo) as soon as I get up, and I wonder whom does god see? I realise myself standing in front of God and feel sorry for him….I quickly head out and check the weather and then decide what to wear. Not that I have a wardrobe like Angie’s and definitely not so trusting on Melbourne weather…just an amateur attempt at being weather-monitored-fashion savvy. I prepare sandwich for breakfast…alas; I am no more that lucky mama’s girl who has her brekkie hot from pan, thanks to mummy dear. I kiss my DH good bye (this is the only truthful moment all morning) and head out to the train station…Most of the days I cannot afford to walk to the station because the train driver is not my fan who would care to wait for me….so I literally run. It is a delight for DH to watch me run to station since he finds my running (and sometimes my walking) hilarious….you bet I don’t miss out on any opportunity I get to pull his leg…anyway, as history has it, the days I am early to station, the train is late and definitely the vice-versa applies too. I look around to find the usual familiar faces at the station; check out what some smart ladies are wearing and note it down if it looks good. Occasionally I remember to check that smart guy whom I once saw and I couldn’t help looking back at him…yeah, u guessed it…it was just my second look at him and I no longer see him at the station….the train creeps in…I am standing at the exact spot where the door would open…sometimes it’s a miss calculation, I blame it on an inexperienced driver…we are all learners. I get in and look around hopefully for a place to sit…sometimes I find and sometimes I am surrounded by these huge Aussies whose physicality reminds me that I am a meek veggie. Inside the train I am interestingly keener on people’s hair style. It keeps me occupied, along with a novel that I always carry even if I have it open to read and all I do is doze. Finally the train reaches Flinders station. I hop out and run to the next platform for a connecting train. I look at the display clock and barge in to a train ready to depart. In the next station I get off feeling flushed after realising it was the wrong train…the train driver is no way close to being my fan! This leg of the journey is long depending on which train I get. So I am either looking out of the window with a thousand thoughts drumming in my head or I just decide to continue reading an interesting novel or I just listen to music and get carried away into a far away land (some place like Madagascar)….soon, not so far away I can see my office. I approach the door and try my pass and it does not work…I realise I have the wrong one (one from an old client place…its all about making customers happy) and finally get in and wish a few people a good morning with enough enthusiasm to startle them.
My day officially begins at office and some days time flies and some days each time I look at the clock I am amazed it is always twin time…10.10...11.11…03.03….do you reckon this is some kind of a message…but trust me I am still working on decoding it. Post 04.04 pm, my productivity dips…and I start thinking about the menu for dinner….a menu to cook not chose! I decide based on some calculations and visualisation of my refrigerator and soon I am back at the station heading towards home. I call DH to find out where he is and ask him what he wants for dinner…he usually says anything and that’s exactly what I wish to hear…because I have planned it all prior to asking him….sometimes I am proud of my smartness…We reach home and I head to the kitchen and cook like in a rapid fire round of a quiz…it is truly a matter of chance that the dish turns out well…and to make DH happy going by law of probability it will turn out well at least once….if friends who stay close by are daring enough, they drop by for dinner. We eat together and have some good time. It is soon time for a good nights sleep and I take my mobile to make sure the alarm is turned on for 06.06 am :)

In case you have still not figured out what DH could be...Dear husband

Unity in Diversity

2008-09-11T14:45:00.000+10:00

I am about to 'hit the ground running'...oh these Aussie phrases!
PS:Do not become temperamental by getting sentimental. If you do, it is your problem.

Here are some comments or statements made by my fellow countrymen living here in Melbourne :)

To A: So, you people down south worship Ravan?
To A: So, you don’t speak Tamil? I thought you do because you are from the south.
To A: You don’t like tea, right? Because in the South they drink Coffee
To A: Your (south) cooking is so laborious...idli, dosa, oh my god!
Introducing S to X by Y: He speaks Tamil; he is from Kerela and belongs to Yel.T.T.EE

There are so many more hilarious incidents, but unable to recollect at this exact moment.
If you have any contributions to make, please leave them as comments and I will add them if appropriate with your name
as 'Courtesy'

Serendipity

2008-05-06T17:11:00.000+10:00

There are these moments in your life when you feel a lump in your throat. You like it or not, these moments are meant to happen. You can call it destiny or choice or just….life.
A time in life which echos a moment when you have to depart from some one you love, someone ordinary who has effortlessly created extraordinary memories for you and with you, someone with whom you have spent an unforgettable time in your life, someone with whom you could have just spent a few months but who makes you feel like it was forever, someone with whom there was this vibe you just melted into and it makes it hard for you to believe that it occurred so unnoticed and you gelled into the relationship so smoothly.
In my personal opinion such relationships happen rarely. It is sweet serendipity. It also seems to come with a price tag of ‘all good things come to an end’. It is this period of parting ways that halts you on your track. It is this period you see the sombre side of life. This is when you have a smile on your face and mist in your eyes, a longing heart and a racing mind.

I do not know if I will ever happen to meet this ‘someone’ again in my lives journey.
I do not know if this ‘someone’ thinks the same way about me. I do not know what time and life has in store for me. My mind wiggles with this uncertainty but my heart is consoled by the fact that I have met such people and that they part and leave me with loving memories to cherish…….

"For you, a thousand times over"

2008-03-28T16:39:00.000+11:00

Each time I think about the story narrated by Khaled Hosseini in his book, ‘The Kite Runner’ only one statement rings in my head -“For you, a thousand times over”….

Have you ever told this to someone…or at least felt this way for someone?
I am amazed and ashamed at the same time when I read about someone who can do anything for the one they love; anywhere, anytime….for a thousand times over….and with such grave intensity that it makes it hard to believe(If you have read the book, you will understand how intense the intensity I am referring to is).

We all have a lot of friends, enough to categorise them in a social network site. How many in that list have made you experience friendship so disconnected from adultery, so simple, so genuine, so delightful, and so innocent? How many friendships have you nurtured your heart out to? For how many have you gone that extra mile with minimal expectations of acknowledgment? For how many have you replied lack of reciprocation with continual stoicism? For how many have you passed situations when you have not wondered ‘Why should I always do it?’ For how many have you dared to go past norms just to have ‘been there and done that’? For how many have you broken your routine, just to experience the aberrant? For how many have you kept aside what is important to you? For how many have you not given lame excuses to avoid moments of togetherness? For how many have you dared risks just to keep your friendship soaring high? For how many have you done simple things to avoid complex consequences?

Friendship is like love…you never know when it happens and you can never measure its growth…all you ever have to know is it shapes your existence and that you should forever treasure its grace.

Holy Grail

2007-12-06T16:51:00.000+11:00

Dreaming; day-dreaming about home
To all dear memories, it is my sacred dome
Without a second thought, it is my holy grail
Every cherishing moment-to forget, I fail

When I think of home, it is always with a smile
About every dear person, I can talk as long as a mile
Between my excitement and anxiety there is a fine thin line
At home forever there is sunshine

Faces of family and friends, to see I deeply desire
When my legs give away, home is where I will retire
To all that is a part of my home, I raise a toast – happy and sweet
Home is where my journey and my destiny meet

Flights of Feelings - 'Terminal' gestures

2007-11-01T11:17:00.001+11:00

Frequency of some good things is such a rarity. Some other good things are always around; we may just be candidly blind. Gentle physical gestures like a hug, a pinch on the cheeks, holding hands, and a kiss more than often speak volumes in just those precise moments of their action. They can emotionally rejuvenate you. They can spring some oblivious but obvious facts. They can simply dampen your eyes and put your emotional stability to test.
Just at the departure terminal in the airport, moments before my friend waved good-bye for ‘who-knows-how-long’ geographical separation, we exchanged hugs. Hugs so affectionate and so emotionally charged. A hug which felt like a special gift box; every moment we shared wrapped safely in it, laced with a ribbon of naïve hopes and promises to create extended memories of togetherness and fun. Some hugs I am guessing are just impossible to part from. You just wish to stay locked, relishing the breeze of peace that your soul experiences with a plain prayer that that moment freezes in time. It is at this point I wondered how often we get to experience such warm moments. How fortunate we should be to have such people around who can render such warmth. Sometimes for genuine moments like this we may well have to wait for years. I have read the book The Alchemist by P C where in he talks so vividly about signs or omens. I consider these gestures to be humble signs that happiness and love is all around me and more often I tend to believe that this is what keeps me going….

Writer's work and a reader's delight

2007-10-25T12:49:00.000+10:00

Among all the habits I have inculcated over time and age, I am proud of one – the habit of reading. Reading is one thing I enjoy to a very great extent. Not surprisingly there is a gush of joy, (may be felt and understood only by me) each time I buy a book and add to my collection. I am not tied to any fixed reading pattern. More often I see myself entangled in a web of questions and sometimes deep thoughts which seek clarification or profound reasoning coupled with a tinge of delightful debate. This is precisely when some books and their comprehensive content have played their rightful role. I owe a part of my maturity and outlook towards life to so many authors who have contributed to my philosophical augmentation but whom I have never met and may never, even in the future. I have observed, my pattern of buying books is in some peculiar fashion guided by intuition. This may sound funny and exaggerated; but how I feel when I touch a book for the first time, the message in the air when I glide my thumb on the edge of all the pages in the book and my intimating eagerness to buy a book even if I have to wait for a copy to become available- have been the books which have answered some of my long unanswered and troubled questions.

Ok! Getting to the core of this post, all I intend to do is being cheeky! Cheeky in a harmless sense; if I may confess. I will be listing some statements or quotes in books I have read or in the process of reading. This will be a list of remarks in the book which I have read and re-read which have a soulful meaning and some camouflaged answers.
PS: Nevertheless, each book speaks the writer’s mind, choice and thoughts. An open minded reader is a writer’s serendipity.

Book: Shantaram
Author: Gregory David Roberts

“Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them.
Some things are just so sad that your soul can only do the crying for you."

“Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that is all there is: love and its duty; sorrow and its truth. In the end that is all we have to hold on tight until the dawn.”

“Nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.”

“Fates way of beating us in a fair fight is to give us warnings that we hear, but never heed”

“One of the ironies of courage and the reason why we prize it so highly, is that we find it easier to be brave for someone else than we do for ourselves alone”

“Without forgiveness there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.”

Hmm...Cultivating a forgiving nature is a tough challenge. If at least on 6 occasions out of 10 you were able to forgive and forget, it is a feat in itself.
I reckon framing words like love, hope, sorrow, tears, forgiveness (which are more than just words) into such pragmatic and poignant statements is a rare and immensely creditable style of a genuinely gifted writer.

Flights of Feelings - Foreward

2007-10-16T12:46:00.000+10:00

Not surprisingly, a thought or idea just popped in my mind. Its not weird that each one of us would love or dream of having something we look forward to; in terms of an upcoming event, a new arrival in the family, a new materialistic or spiritual pursuit, a new start or a life changing decision. Some may agree that our lifestyle – I precisely mean the bulky element of ‘routines’ is what propels this anticipation. I beg to stay astray from debating weather this anticipation is good or bad – at least at this point in my post [Haha]

So! Coming back to my idea in the first statement, I am attempting to capture my feelings or moods (My creator only knows how moody I can get!) about my visit to my homeland after exactly 2 years. This has surely become an event which my family and I are looking forward to. We blocked our flight tickets in Feb and I got my leave confirmed at work in April for our visit in December! Some planning, huh? Christmas is a time when many of my friends plan to visit family and friends back home. Each one of us has a narration for every visit. I beg to stay astray from scripting the narrations for the same- at least at this point in my post [haha]

We own the pleasure of escorting friends to and from the airport owing to our geographical proximity to the airport. I enjoy these short trips. Just last week a close friend headed home. I deeply understand how eager he was to hop on to the flight. (To be read as – how eager we were to see him off [Wink]) One month of no intrusion [Hehe] Married for an interesting 2 years, Swithesh and I very delightfully (To be read as – intentionally) scared our friend who hopefully but helplessly banked on us duo for post marital advice! So this briefly gives an idea of what makes our trip to the airport interesting. The flow of emotions, excess baggage commotion, take off coffee take-away and all the tangy jokes leaves me flushed, I tell ya!

Not surprisingly, yet another idea is standing up on my mind’s bench [haha] I would write this tale in parts. Sounds ok to me. Hope the words don’t get constipated in some parts [wide teeth display grin]; it happens to me. Sometimes I just don’t get what I call ‘the flow’ (to write, of course). This can be saddening and frustrating. Period.

The Awesome Twosome

2007-08-31T14:11:00.000+10:00

I can still hear those cute little sparrows chirping at the crack of dawn. They woke me up, but this never made me angry. I felt their excitement contagious.

One trim and smart figure holds my hand in his and off we go hand in hand to explore new experiences nature had in store for us that warm morning. The route we adopt is strangely familiar. ‘The Golf Ground’ is one fascinating place. I obediently stand with this figure well draped in a coat and together we watch the gifted players playing golf on the tender green bed. From a source unknown a golf ball drops right next to us. We wait. Nobody claims it. The hand which held me releases grip and pockets the ball. We move on, hand in hand again. I constantly eye the round lump in his pocket. We reach ‘The Guest House’. I am left free in this semi-circular area adorned by huge trees and tiny butterflies. The figure with a scarf around his neck keeps an eye on me as I play my own game in nature’s company. He stands facing the Sun; arms wrapped across his chest enjoying a sun-bath.
Once again, we lock our hands in each others and head back home greeting friends on the way. A restless and curious mind, I still have an eye on his pocket. We reach home. That calm and resolute figure changes his attire, mounts his reading glasses on his sharp nose and drowns into the newspaper.
A soft and caring voice then calls for me. I run towards her. She aids me in the shower and religiously teaches me a few ‘shlokas’ which I recite with eyes tight shut. The short but sweet lady seems satisfied. Grumbling with love she decks me up with ribbons, tie, belt, socks and shoes. She wipes my mouth one final time with her sari whose fragrance speaks volumes in deep silence. I reach the door. The strict-looking figure holding the newspaper eyed the lovely lady and then revealed that the golf ball was in my cupboard. There was a twinkle in his handsome eyes and radiance on her face as my lips unfurled a big smile.

Coming back to the present, recovering from nostalgia I look around incisively.
The firm hand that held me was those of my grandfathers and the gentle voice the called me was that of my grandmothers. The warmth in his hands and the fragrance of her sari still linger around me……..

Drunken Brawl

2007-08-14T12:50:00.000+10:00

I feel drunk some times. Your eyebrows are narrowing, I guess. I feel amazed that I can get drunk even without a sip of alcohol. Your thoughts are racing, I can sense. When I feel drunk I let go my self to acceptable degree of senselessness. You are restraining a faint smile, maybe. It always feels good to sound incoherent and funny when you feel drunk; I think this happens naturally! You may be raising your eyebrows indicating surprise.

Some days when a happy thought so rare and so enticing engulfs me, my smile just refuses to diminish, and I feel so contagious with joy, its when I firmly believe Santa is on his way with a bag full of presents, and that a gorgeous angel with a star studded crown is somewhere around - I feel so drunk with ecstasy!
Some days when a few perplex thoughts leave me feeling lost and helpless, my eyes reflect nothing but apprehension and my actions seem surprisingly unfocused, its when I experience a burning desire to peep into my own future and calm thy soul - I feel so drunk with scepticism!
Some days when grief strikes I feel so low I can hardly say why or what is making me feel so distressed. I feel like a loner in quest for something that seems to make no sense to others, I feel like I am fighting a battle field of questions all by myself, unable to seek answers – I feel so drunk with sorrow and nothingness!

A concoction of feelings seems to lead me to this phase each time. I feel like I am in a drunken brawl with myself…..you too feel drunk sometimes, don’t you?

A Glance and few Moments

2007-08-10T09:39:00.000+10:00

Just a few moments and a few people are all you need. Humans by nature are so interlinked and interdependent in such intricate fashion, if you care to interpret this manner you may well be surprised. I can vouch that in a day you would bump into some one who would remind you of some one else. Some times this encounter can plunge you into momentary nostalgia or you can feel yourself talking or thinking about the person you were just reminded of for the rest of the day.
This experience strikes me almost every other day – at the train station, at work, at home and not to my surprise even when I am alone!
You happen to see an anonymous person during your travel and you are amazed by the striking resemblance he/she has to someone from your intimate web of family and friends. Your behaviour and your very own self are bits and pieces of a jig saw puzzle of blood-links. Somebody’s eyes, their voice, and their smile sends in a flush of memories –good or bad; old and new.
Your mind races from thoughts about one person to another and you feel transported from one point in your life to another. A glance of someone was all you had. A few moments is all it took to rejuvenate the strands of your web- woven strong against time and distance!

FicFacto Charm!

2007-08-07T14:09:00.000+10:00

My Fact and Fiction Catalouge

Fact:
"Every day is a challenge: testing your core being. Some days are good and some not so good."
Fiction:
"(On a not so good day): I am with Shrek and Donkey in the swamp and the world seems so peaceful and simple….
PS: No Fiona and hence no little ogres!"

Fact:
"Roger Fedrer's game -ridiculously close to perfection!"
Fiction:
"I am at the foot of Swiss Alps having hot chocolate drink on a pleasant sunny morning with Roger Fedrer.
PS:Ofcourse I am blushing! :)"

Fact:
"Nature- second prettiest and most wonderful gentle lady in my life"
Fiction:
"I am a butterfly; flirting with a sparrow today, daffodil tomorrow.....
PS:I sure have butterflies in my stomach whilst flirting! :)"

Fact:
"I hardly know a few men who have the habit of reading. Very unimpressive!"
Fiction:
"No men, no cry!! Bliss!"

Fact:
"Modesty and intellignece, I believe is a rare combination!"
Fiction:
"This combination being modestly common!"

Fact:
"I dislike people who disrespect food"
Fiction:
"These people should remain constipated for the rest of their lives!"

Moody Moments

2007-08-07T13:44:00.000+10:00

A houseful of people reverberating with conversations, and a crowded train parading Friday night exhilaration. You are a part of this crowd – seemingly only physically.
Your melancholic heart elicits a delirious mind. All you wish at this moment is to vanish into oblivion. Suddenly solitude seems a frantic bliss.

You share a bond - a bond of love, respect and understanding with your kith and kin. They are with you through your thick and thin. But it is this enigmatic piece of you which just craves for a chunk of time to think about nobody in particular and nothing in general. Just some scattered thoughts and some rambling questions in your mind.
You may play some soothing music in the background or take a long peace-seeking walk amidst nature or a nap on your couch-all this in self company. Self-love instantly feels so tranquil and gratifying.

Wanting to experience solitude is a passing phase- a natural phase which re-surfaces time and again. Let go yourself from the madding crowd. Slip away into self-shell when ever you fail to restrain the impulsive urge for some isolation.
No sooner will it dawn on you that the only way out of this phase is through it- through self-discovery!

Inception

2007-08-07T12:59:00.000+10:00

A breeze of thoughts blows past me
Passionate dreams from deep within begin to buzz like a bee
To quench this fervour, from the luxuries of the present I wish to flee
I feel plagued by questions as to the very being I ought to be

My mind is so distraught and my heart so beset
I yearn to break free and experience a definitive onset
I look up to the sky and into the vast nature fields
Seeking for some answers to action my deeds

I tell myself- one step at a time, strong and bold
If I fumble, my courage and faith is a reassuring hold
Time does fly; a life time will go by
To realize and transcend your dreams is worth a try